All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.
they do not know that they seek only the chase and not the quarry.
When one does not love too much, one does not love enough.
The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.
Justice is as much a matter of fashion as charm is.
Is it courage in a dying man to go, in weakness and in agony, to affront an almighty and eternal God?